Monday, April 17, 2023

Είναι το Ισλάμ

 



Το Ισλάμ παρουσίασε την φυλή «Γκουραγίς» (Quraysh=Ήταν η κυρίαρχη φυλή στην περιοχή της Μέκκας, στην οποία ανήκε ο Μωάμεθ και μέσω της οποίας εξαπλώθηκε ο Ισλαμισμός στην αραβική χερσόνησο), ως «εκλεκτή φυλή» για να εξουσιάσει όλες τις ανθρώπινες φυλές. Ο Μωάμεθ δεν έδινε ενιαία πολιτική ευθύνη σε ένα άτομο που δεν ήταν από τη φυλή του. Το Ισλάμ έχει νομιμοποιήσει η δουλεία, ενίσχυσε το χάσμα μεταξύ των κοινωνικών τάξεων και επέτρεψε την ληστεία των άπιστων, την αιχμαλωσία (Sabaya) των γυναικών κατά τη διάρκεια πολέμων και την σεξουαλική κακοποίηση των γυναικών σκλάβων (Ima’a). Έχει καταστρέψει σοβαρά την έγγαμη σχέση με τους νόμους της προίκας (Mahr) και το διαζύγιο, μετατρέποντας έτσι τον θεσμό του γάμου σε μια κοινή συναλλαγή.
Είναι το Ισλάμ μια θρησκεία της κοινωνικής δικαιοσύνης;
Μερικές από τις πιο εξωφρενικές αρχές που το Ισλάμ έχει θεσπίσει, είναι οι λεηλασίες και οι ληστείες, καθώς και η εκμετάλλευση των ανθρώπων που καταπιέζονται από το φορολογικό σύστημα «Αλ Τζίζγια» (Al-Jizya). Αναγνώρισε την κοινωνική ανισότητα, επιβάλλοντας την «Ζακάτ» (Zakat=Ελεημοσύνη· υποχρέωση δηλαδή να δίνει κάποιος εύπορος μουσουλμάνος, ένα ποσοστό του εισοδήματός του στους φτωχούς μουσουλμάνους, συμβάλλοντας έτσι στον εξαγνισμό της υπόλοιπης περιουσίας του), σύμφωνα με το ακόλουθο ρητό: «Ένας ευγνώμων πλούσιος είναι καλύτερος από έναν ασθενή φτωχό».
Είναι το Ισλάμ δίκαιο για τις γυναίκες;
Μια γυναίκα στο Ισλάμ έχει λιγότερη λογική και πίστη. Διακόπτει την προσευχή, όπως τα γαϊδούρια και τα μαύρα σκυλιά και θεωρείται ακάθαρτη κατά την έμμηνο ρύση. Έχει δικαίωμα μόνο στο ήμισυ της περιουσίας που κληρονομεί, σε αντίθεση με έναν άνδρα, και η μαρτυρία της στο δικαστήριο, μετράει, επίσης, κατά το ήμισυ ενός ανδρός. Το Ισλάμ την έβαλε κάτω από την κηδεμονία του συζύγου της και με την «έγκριση» του Θεού να τον υπακούει. Ένας άνδρας έχει επίσης το δικαίωμα να «επαναφέρει στην τάξη» την σύζυγό του, χτυπώντας την, ή/και εγκαταλείποντας τη συζυγική κλίνη, εάν αυτή αρνηθεί να ικανοποιήσει τις ερωτικές του ορέξεις, όποτε αυτός επιθυμήσει, ανεξαρτήτως από τις δικές της επιθυμίες και συναισθήματα. Δεν είμαι φεμινιστής και δεν είμαι ένας από εκείνους που υπερασπίζονται τις γυναίκες με πάθος εναντίον των αναρίθμητων μορφών της αδικίας που υπέστησαν για αιώνες λόγω της θρησκείας, αλλά έχω μια μάνα, μια αδελφή και μια φίλη και δεν ανέχομαι να ταπεινώνονται και να στιγματίζονται με τέτοιον έντονο τρόπο, επειδή τις αγαπώ πάρα πολύ για να τις μεταχειριστώ μ’ αυτόν τον εσφαλμένο και ανατριχιαστικό τρόπο που απομυθοποιεί αναμφίβολα τον ισχυρισμό ότι το Ισλάμ είναι μια θρησκεία της ισότητας και της ελευθερίας!
Ισλάμ και ανθρώπινη δημιουργικότητα
Όλες οι μορφές καλλιτεχνικής έκφρασης είναι απαγορευμένες στο Ισλάμ: Μουσική, τραγούδι, χορός, ζωγραφική, γλυπτική, υποκριτική, αλλά και η λογοτεχνία, η ποίηση, η φιλοσοφία, ακόμα και η χρήση της λογικής! Εάν δυσκολεύεστε να τα πιστέψετε αυτά, θα σας παραπέμπω στις αξιόπιστες ισλαμικές πηγές, καθώς και σε ρήσεις του Μωάμεθ για να σιγουρευτείτε πως δεν υπερβάλλω και θέτω μόνο την αυστηρή αλήθεια.
Ισλάμ και επιστήμη
Το Ισλάμ είναι πλούσιο σε αλληγορίες. Ξεκινώντας με το μύθο του Χρησμού (ο λόγος του Θεού που κοινοποιήθηκε στον Μωάμεθ μέσω του άγγελου Γαβριήλ), και με την διαδρομή μέσω του λεγόμενου Νυχτερινού Ταξιδιού και Αναλήψεως (Al-Isra’a & Al-Me’eraj), όταν ο Μωάμεθ που υποτίθεται ότι αναλήφθηκε στους ουρανούς στην πλάτη ενός φανταστικού ζώου που ονομάζονταν «Μπουράκ» (Burâaq) πετώντας με την ταχύτητα του φωτός, να τελειώσω με την εκθαμβωτικές ιστορίες των θαυμάτων που κανείς δεν έχει δει και κανένας πολιτισμός δεν έχει εγγράψει στα ιστορικά αρχεία του, ούτε αναφέρονται περιστατικά που θα μπορούσε να υποστηρίξει κάποιος τους ισχυρισμούς αυτούς. Το Ισλάμ επομένως, βασίζεται στην τυφλή πίστη που αναπτύσσεται και παίρνει τον έλεγχο των μυαλών των ανθρώπων, όπου υπάρχει παραλογισμός και άγνοια. Εάν αυτή η ιδεολογία είχε το προσόν της πειθούς με την έκκληση στη λογική και έχει αντιμετωπίσει κάθε πτυχή της ανθρώπινης ζωής, όπως εμείς οι πρώην μουσουλμάνοι έχουμε πει από τότε που μπορούμε να θυμηθούμε, γιατί θα κατέφευγε σε απίστευτες εκκεντρικές ιστορίες για να αποδείξει την ακρίβειά της και να υποστηρίξει τις ιδέες της; Δεν είναι αυτό αντάξιο ψευτών κι απατεώνων; Μην ξεχνάμε τις κραυγαλέες αντιφάσεις μεταξύ των ιερών κειμένων και τις βασικές επιστημονικές αλήθειες, όπως το γεγονός ότι η γη είναι σταθερή και ότι ο ουρανός υψώνεται πάνω από το έδαφος και κρατιέται χωρίς κολόνες, και ότι οι μετεωρίτες έγιναν για το σκοπό του λιθοβολισμού των δαιμόνων που κυριεύουν τους ανθρώπους από ψηλά.
Τα επιστημονικά θαύματα στο Κοράνι
Όλοι εμείς οι πρώην μουσουλμάνοι, γνωρίζουμε τον παραλογισμό, την πλαστογραφία και την απάτη των σεΐχηδων που ισχυρίζονται την ύπαρξη επιστημονικών θαυμάτων στο Κοράνι και θεωρώ ότι είναι θεμιτό να αναρωτηθούμε γιατί οι άνθρωποι αυτοί να κατασκευάζουν το ένα κολοσσιαίο ψέμα μετά το άλλο, γύρω από τη θρησκεία. Η απάντηση είναι απλή: Μόνο ένας ιστός από ψέματα είναι σε θέση να διαιωνίσει ένα άλλο ψέμα. Το Ισλάμ δεν θα μπορούσε να κρατηθεί για πολύ μπροστά από την επιστήμη που αποκαλύπτει τους μύθους και τις αναμφισβήτητες αδυναμίες του, τον έναν μετά τον άλλον, όπως είναι ο ισχυρισμός ότι η γη είναι επίπεδη και ότι δύο άτομα που έχουν θηλάσει από την ίδια γυναίκα γίνονται βιολογικά αδέλφια. Αυτοί οι άνθρωποι προστατεύουν το Ισλάμ και προλαμβάνουν την απογύμνωση και τον θάνατό του, προσπαθώντας απεγνωσμένα να το συμβιβάσουν με την επιστήμη, χρησιμοποιώντας απατηλά μέσα και στρεβλώσεις. Αν το Ισλάμ ήταν μια θεϊκή θρησκεία και ένα μήνυμα στάλθηκε από τον δημιουργό του σύμπαντος, θα ήταν ο περίγελος της επιστημονικής σφαίρας και στόχος ατελείωτης κριτικής;
Ο ισλαμικός Θεός
Είναι ένας πρωτόγονος, Βεδουίνος και ανθρωπόμορφος Θεός που αντλεί τους χαρακτήρες του από τον ανθρώπινο κόσμο και βιώνει τα συναισθήματα του θυμού, της εκδίκησης, της μνησικακίας, της υπεροχής, κ.λπ. Η εικόνα του Θεού που έχει απεικονιστεί στα ισλαμικά ιερά κείμενα, λίγο πολύ αντικατοπτρίζει τους ανθρώπινους πολιτισμούς, όπως και ο μεγαλοπρεπής θρόνος που μεταφέρεται από τους αγγέλους, στον οποίο σωριάστηκε όταν τελείωσε την διαδικασία της δημιουργίας, που φέρνει στον νου το τελετουργικό των Χόνγκα Μπόνγκα (Honga-Bonga) που εκτελούν οι κεφαλές της φυλής τους. Ακόμη χειρότερα, ορισμένες ανθρώπινες ενέργειες, όπως ο ομοφυλοφιλικός έρωτας (στον οποίο ακόμα και οι Χόνγκα Μπόνγκα δεν παρεμβαίνουν), μπορεί να κάνει αυτόν τον υπέροχο θρόνο να ταρακουνηθεί. Εδώ είναι ένα υπερβατικό «χαντίθ» (hadith=παράδοση γύρω από την συμπεριφορά και τη σοφία του Μωάμεθ) που τράβηξε την προσοχή μου: «Κάθε έργο που επιτέλεσε ο γιος του Αδάμ αφορά μόνο τον εαυτό του, με εξαίρεση τη νηστεία που είναι δικό μου και την ανταμοίβω». Το ερώτημα που με βασανίζει είναι το εξής: Τι ευχαρίστηση μπορεί να βρει ο Παντοδύναμος Θεός σε όλους αυτούς τους φτωχούς ανθρώπους που τον λατρεύουν; Τι καλό του έχουν κάνει;
Ο προφήτης του Ισλάμ και το Κοράνι
Ο Μωάμεθ δεν ήταν διαφορετικός από τους βάρβαρους κακοποιούς οι οποίοι έσφαζαν, λήστευαν και βίαζαν γυναίκες· υπάρχουν πολλές αποδείξεις στη «Σούνα» (Sunnah=παράδοση των όσων είπαν και έπραξαν ο Μωάμεθ και τα μέλη της πρώτης ισλαμικής κοινότητας). Σας καλώ να κάνετε μια εργασία πριν με κατηγορήσετε ότι ψεύδομαι με μοναδικό σκοπό να βλάψω την εικόνα του προφήτη του Ισλάμ. Ήταν ένας ερωτομανής, και διέσυρε όλους τους νόμους που έχει θεσπίσει για να κατευνάσουν την αδηφάγο επιθυμία του. Δίχασε την ανθρωπότητα και φυλάκισε το έθνος με τους καθυστερημένους και ξεπερασμένους νόμους των Βεδουίνων. Δεν πραγματοποίησε κανένα θαύμα που θα μπορούσε να αποδείξει την προφητεία του. Όλα ό,τι είχε, ήταν ένα βιβλίο που παρουσιάζει έντονες ομοιότητες με την ποίηση των συγχρόνων του, γεμάτη από επιστημονικά λάθη και φιλοσοφικά διλήμματα.
Συμπέρασμα: Μάλλον θα πρέπει να γράψω ένα ολόκληρο βιβλίο για να μιλήσει λεπτομερώς και επαρκώς σχετικά με τους λόγους που με οδήγησαν να αποκηρύξω το Ισλάμ ως θρησκεία, αλλά αυτά τα λίγα στοιχεία που παρατίθενται είναι τα πιο σημαντικά πράγματα που μου κέντρισαν το ενδιαφέρον και με έσπρωξαν να επανεξετάσω την ουσία αυτής της κούφιας πίστης η οποία, όπως κάθε άλλη θρησκεία, σαν μυθική ιδεολογία τίθεται στην υπηρεσία της πολιτικής.
Θερμές ευχές,
Waleed Al-Husseini

This is the confession of a former homosexual

 


Constantine, who always used to sit in the last rows of the church, got up - with obvious hesitation at first - and walked up to old Anastasy. As he walked to the pulpit, he noticed that everyone was looking at him in a strange manner. He could see a vague look of wonder in the eyes of the churchgoers, while he was wondering why old Anastasy invited only him to stand by him, during the reading of the letter.
Something unusual was however prompting him, so, after a quick glance at his beloved Katerina, he asked old Anastasy to say a few words in memory of Crazy John. Old Anastasy intended that the letter be read first, then Constantine would have been asked to speak. But father Vassily intervened, saying:
"Let the boy speak first, Anastasy".
With his head lowered Constantine approached the microphone.
"I regard and perceive myself as the worst miasma that has ever existed in mankind. I furthermore know that you all confront me as a miasma of society, on account of my prior sinful activity. You are absolutely right to do so. That is how I deserve to be confronted by you because with the life I led, I not only harmed myself but also those near me - that means you all - but also all those that I caught in the meshes of iniquity. So, I am taking the opportunity that mister Anastasy is giving me, to ask each one of you personally to forgive me. I don't even deserve your forgiveness, because I have harmed you more than you could ever imagine. I harmed our town, our district, and our neighborhood. I harmed friends and acquaintances of mine, and parents and relatives because, with my lifestyle, I had brought the mire of debauchery into your everyday lives.
This downhill slide that I had taken was ended once and for all by Crazy John. The prayers of that fool released me from the clutches, not only of one demon but of an entire legion that had lodged inside me.
I was a transvestite for almost ten years. I believed at the time that happiness could be found in the ephemeral pleasure that bodily contact can arouse. I dressed provocatively; I used to be furious with people. I confronted life as though it were a vessel for pleasures, which I had to make sure I filled, on a daily basis. I experienced the mire of Hell, more than a human mind could ever imagine. That is why I used to regularly change my place of residence since society had rightly perceived me as an outcast. And that was essentially what I was.  I believed that quarrels, insults, and disappointments were the best kinds of defense, in my literally vehement obsession to pursue something that deviated from what was socially correct - from the ideals and the values of the Gospel. At the time, I had looked upon my illness as a human right, and was under the illusion that it was an outright normal thing - a thing that nowadays, even top-level leaders tend to advertise as a mere supposed "otherness".
So, there wasn't a single police station in Athens that didn't know me. There wasn't a single courtroom where I hadn't been a "customer" - either as an accused, for having offended virtuous behavior, or as a witness for the defense or for the prosecution, in various, related cases. I was under the illusion that with my overall immoral activity, I was serving a silent revolution in favor of the acceptance of homosexuality. Hunted as I was, I arrived at your neighborhood too, and presented myself to the kindly, poor old lady Chrysoula, to ask her to let her one-room apartment to me.  That is where I saw Crazy John for the very first time; he had brought over some bread to the almost destitute old woman.
Unlike most other tenants, I wasn't asked too many things by old Chrysoula. She just mentioned that the 30.000 drachmas she was asking for were the only income she would have, to make ends meet; so she asked me to not delay my payments because she had to pay for the bills, the building maintenance, as well as to buy her other basic needs.
"Oh, my dear child Constantine, God must have sent you! The apartment hasn't been rented out for three months and I am living off the help I get from misterApostolis the baker and Mister Pantelis the grocer here, who send me bread and provisions with this fool here", she said, pointing to Crazy John.
"But I never sent you any bread Chrysoula, as I wasn't aware of your situation" Apostolis spontaneously remarked. 
"Nor have I ever sent you any provisions", Pantelis added.
"But that's what Crazy John told me!!" old Chrysoula replied, totally at a loss...
After this small and "endearing" intervention, Constantine continued:
"Crazy John always used to conceal his good deeds... He may have brought you food, my dear Chrysoula, but to me, he brought God".
Constantine's eyes became misty, and tears began to fall. Everyone was now becoming tearful, along with him. He took a deep breath and continued:
"Three days later, I moved into the apartment. Crazy John had helped me carry all my things. And when the transporter purposely dropped an innuendo because of my behavior and the manner that I spoke, Crazy John stunned him, by pointing out to him that, as a person who systematically lived adulterously and behaved brutally towards his own two children, he had no right to make such remarks about me. The transporter was shocked by these revealing words, and he immediately stopped his sarcasm. I of course was under the impression that the two of them were acquainted, but was taken aback when the transporter turned towards Crazy John as he was leaving, and said:
"What are you anyway? Some kind of charmed one?"
"Yes George, I have been 'charmed' - by our Christ's love", the fool replied.
He even asked the transporter to stop sorrowing Christ, because, in spite of his overall behavior, Christ had healed his daughter Theodora from a very serious ailment. George then departed, with his head lowered..... He is the gentleman who is sitting over there with his wife, and he can confirm the incident I just described.  I was impressed by that dialogue, but at the time I had dismissed it as the ravings of a fool.
So, on the evening of that same day, I dressed up in women's clothes as I normally did, and I went to a familiar transvestite haunt, on the main highway. You can imagine my surprise when I spotted Crazy John watching me from the opposite corner of the block. The thought crossed my mind that he was seeking erotic companionship. But then, how did he find me?... The fool must have followed me (I thought to myself), and now he would go and tell what he saw to old Chrysoula... Oh well, I guess I will be searching for the accommodation again... As all these thoughts were running through my mind, a prospective "customer" stopped in front of me. Just then, like a coiled spring, the fool jumped up and started to yell from across the road:
"He's got AIDS!!  He's sick and he will pass it on to you!!  Go away!! Go away!!"
I was taken by surprise by the erratic behavior of a man whom I hardly knew. Naturally, the prospective customer left. Then I started to curse Crazy John... I became hysterical...This went on for almost a month. Until this day, I will never know how he managed to discover those illicit haunts. One evening I actually beat him, and in fact quite severely.
But just imagine my surprise, when, every night after I got home, I would find an envelope containing almost double the money that I used to earn from my filthy activities, and on it would be written: "A blessing, for the servant of God, Constantine".  I didn't know what to make of all those weird things I was witnessing. In the afternoons, I would go for a walk and whenever I'd see Crazy John, I would get angry. But he would say
"My dear Constantine, stop sorrowing Christ and our Holy Mother, Who is mourning incessantly for you".
I had even contemplated leaving the apartment, but something was holding me there. The other transvestites would ask me:
"Hey, could he by chance be in love with you, which is why he's acting so weird?"
"No", I'd reply, "he doesn't have any such intentions."
To make a long story short, I decided to invite Crazy John to my place, to put an end to all these things. I was hoping that someone had been putting him up to it purposely, just to drive me insane. Crazy John responded to my invitation affirmatively, despite having been humiliated by me so many times. I don't know what came over me that evening, but I cleaned the house, cooked something light, and sat down to do some reading. I was leafing through a magazine with assorted material, and an article caught my attention, about a certain Elder Porphyry who served in the chapel of a hospital in central Omonia Square of Athens.
I hadn't finished reading the article when I heard Crazy John knocking on my door. As soon as I opened the door, he said:
"Be blessed, my Constantine, in the present on and in the one to come".
It was the first time that I had ever heard such a greeting, but it was also the first time that I had ever heard a demonic voice speaking from inside me:
"Have you come to my house here as well, you crazy old man, to drive me out?  I'm not alone here - I have 365 other friends!  I don't intend to go away! You'd better be the one to leave, otherwise, I'll kill you!" Crazy John then  pulled out a Crucifix from his coat and raised it in front of me, and began to say:
"In the name of the Holy and Homoousion Trinity...." but I didn't hear anything after that, because I lost consciousness...
When I recovered, I saw the old fool standing there, smiling at me. I felt really happy that he was there, but didn't know the reason I felt that way.
"I brought you a gift, my Constantine. It is the Book of Psalms - a book that was written by the king and Prophet, David."
"What's going on? What happened?" I asked.
"My Constantine, you have received an enormous blessing. Christ has chosen you. He is preparing you for very important feats. However, you must be prepared to put up a serious fight, because what you have inside you is not about to leave very easily."
If you could only have seen the way that Crazy John's face glowed, you would have understood why I was so terrified. I had always thought that all the talk about demons was sheer fiction. I believed that they were just an invention thought up by priests and religion, intended to scare people and to extract easy money from them, so that they would enjoy their own lives, get rich, etc..  And yet, there I was, a living witness of their insidious activity against humans. Crazy John became a brother and a friend from that day on. That very same night, I gathered all the women's clothes and shoes, and cosmetics that I had, and threw them into the garbage can. The next day, I changed my phone number. With the help of that fool, I even secured a job in the Accounts department of a large company. The owner of the company was a friend of Crazy John; he actually hired me with a satisfactory salary. At the same time, I would go with Crazy John - on an almost daily basis - to a church high up on Hymettus Mountain, where the priest would read the benedictions of Saint Basil (exorcisms) over me, while Crazy John would read Psalms. I cannot describe what I went through. What I can now shout out, thanks to this experience, is that homosexuality (and prostitution in general) is not an "otherness" or an illness; it is a formidable demon, which infuriates the Almighty. What I also want to tell you, is that our holy Church possesses the weapons that are able to exterminate all those things that our modern society nowadays believes (as I used to believe) to be "nonsense".
The prayers of our neighborhood fool saved me. My acquaintance with him changed my entire life. What I experienced over these last few years in this blessed neighborhood constitutes a true miracle of the Triadic and only true God. I escaped from the clutches of a true Hell, and I am now living in a world that I had never lived in - not even in my wildest dreams.
With the constant support of this saintly man - who was anything but a fool - I came to understand my mistake; I realized various things and situations that comprise the foundations of our society; I became familiar with the love of Christ. I had been functioning like one who is addicted to a toxic substance; I couldn't be told apart from a drug addict; I was living in a nightmare, which that wonderful saint of God - Crazy John - put an end to. 
But I don't want to tire you any further with my story. After all, I am only recording my entire story in detail, as old Anastasy asked me to.  I also apologize to you all, and to the innumerable victims that I had lured into the meshes of the iniquity that I was trapped in. I apologize to my beloved Katerina, who has opened her embrace to the most sinful person in the universe; who shut her ears to all the unfavorable comments and justified criticism, and has accepted my marriage proposal to her.  She has accepted to live with a zero, with an outcast, a moron.  This holy man, Crazy John, had invested in this marriage with his prayers and his tears.
Constantine's last words were lost in his sobs. Also crying with him was Father Vassily, who had run up to hug him, as did all the other churchgoers.
"Father Vassily, I'm thinking of moving out of the neighborhood - not for me, but for Katerina", Constantine murmured falteringly, with difficulty.
Father Vassily then spoke up and said:
"Dear brethren, Constantine has just expressed the desire to leave our neighborhood. What do you say? Are we going to leave the living testimony of a miracle by our departed brother John - Constantine - but also our own Katerina, to leave?"
"No! No!" they all shouted.....

Dreams and visions


 It is not easy to distinguish most of the time whether dreams or visions come from God, from demonic energy, or are simply natural events.


  This is why special care is required to accept them or not, something that most of our teaching and ascetic teachers have pointed out to us.






  Thus, according to these fathers, the dream, the vision, and the miracle still do not appear clearly before us, but their interpretation and evaluation are not done by themselves, but depend on our own circumstances: depending on the degree  We also have the evaluation of the above phenomena.  This means that the interpretation we give may be the reason for the progress or setback in our spiritual life, as the interpretation will be colored by the content of our hearts.  Thus, it is not sometimes that a vision, for example, is considered to come from God, when in fact it is a demonic inspiration, rather than the other way around.  The first reason for these issues, therefore, is, as we have said, the virtue of distinguishing them.

Photios Kontoglou experience


 

by Photios Kontoglou

On Pascha Monday, in the evening after midnight, before fore lying down to sleep I went out into the little garden behind my house. The sky was dark and covered with stars. I seemed to see it for the first time, and a distant psalmody seemed to descend from it. My lips murmured, very softly: "Exalt ye the Lord our God, and worship the footstool of His feet." A holy man once told me that during these hours the heavens are opened. The air exhaled a fragrance of the flowers and herbs I had planted. "Heaven and earth are filled with the glory of the Lord."

I could well have remained there alone until break of day. I was as if without a body and without any bond to the earth. But fearing that my absence would disturb those with me in the house, I returned and lay down.

Sleep had not really taken possession of me; I do not know whether I was awake or asleep, when suddenly a strange man rose up before me. He was as pale as a dead man. His eyes were as if open, and he looked at me in terror. His face was like a mask, like a mummy's. His glistening, dark yellow skin was stretched tight over his dead man's head with all its cavities. He was as if panting. In one hand he held some kind of bizarre object which I could not make out; the other hand was clutching his breast as if he were suffering.

This creature filled me with terror. I looked at him and he looked at me without speaking, as if he were waiting for me to recognize him, strange as he was. And a voice said to me: "It is so-and-so!" And I recognized him immediately. Then he opened his mouth and sighed. His voice came from far away; it came up as from a deep well.

He was in great agony, and I suffered for him. His hands, his feet, his eyes—everything showed that he was suffering. In my despair I was going to help him, but he gave me a sign with his hand to stop. He began to groan in such a way that I froze. Then he said to me: "I have not come; I have been sent. I shake without stop; I am dizzy. Pray God to have pity on me. I want to die but I cannot. Alas! Everything you told me before is true. Do you remember how, several days before my death, you came to see me and spoke about religion? There were two other friends with me, unbelievers like myself. You spoke, and they mocked. When you left, they said: 'What a pity! He is intelligent and he believes the stupid things old women believe!'

"Another time, and other times too, I told you: 'Dear Photios, save up money, or else you will die a pauper. Look a my riches, and I want more of them.' You told me then: 'Have you signed a pact with death, that you can live as many year as you want and enjoy a happy old age?'

"And I replied: 'You will see to what an age I will live Now I am 75; 1 will live past a hundred. My children are free from want. My son earns a lot of money, and I have married my daughter to a rich Ethiopian. My wife and I have more money than we need. I am not like you who listen to what the priests say: "A Christian ending to our life ..." and the rest. What have you to gain from a Christian ending? Better a full pocket and no worries ... Give alms? Why did your so merciful God create paupers? Why should I feed them? And they ask you, in order to go to Paradise, to feed idlers! Do you want to talk about Paradise? You know that I am the son of a priest and that I know well all these tricks. That those who have no brains believe them is well enough, but you who have a mind have gone astray. If you continue to live as you arc doing, you will die before me, and you will be responsible for those you have led astray. As a physician I tell you and affirm that I will live a hundred and ten years ...'"

After saying all this, he turned this way and that as if he were on a grill. I heard his groans: "Ah! Ouch! Oh! Oh!" He was silent for a moment, and then continued: "This is what I said, and in a few days I was dead! I was dead, and I lost the wager! What confusion was mine, what horror! Lost, I descended into the abyss. What suffering I have had up to now, what agony! Everything you told me was true. You have won the wager!


"When I was in the world where you are now, I was an intellectual, I was a physician. I had learned how to speak and to be listened to, to mock religion, to discuss whatever falls under the senses. And now I see that everything I called stories, myths, paper lanterns—is true. The agony which I am experiencing now—this is what is true, this is the worm that never sleeps, this is the gnashing of teeth."

After having spoken thus, he disappeared. I still heard his groans, which gradually faded away. Sleep had begun to take possession of me, when I felt an icy hand touch me. I opened my eyes and saw him again before me. This time he was more horrible and smaller in body. He had become like a nursing infant, with a large old man's head which he was shaking.

"In a short time the day will break, and those who have sent me will come to seek me!"

"Who are they?"

He spoke some confused words which I could not make out. Then he added: "There where I am, there are also many who mock you and your faith. Now they understand that their spiritual darts have not gone beyond the cemetery. There are both those you have done good to, and those who have slandered you. The more you forgive them, the more they detest you. Man is evil. Instead of rejoicing him, kindness makes him bitter, because it makes him feel his defeat. The state of these latter is worse than mine. They cannot leave their dark prison to come and find you as I have done. They are severely tormented, lashed by the whip of God's love, as one of the Saints has said [St. Isaac the Syrian]. The world is something else entirely from what we see! Our intellect shows it to us in reverse. Now we understand that our intellect was only stupid, our conversations were spiteful meanness, our joys were lies and illusions.

"You, who bear God in your hearts, Whose word is Truth, the only Truth—you have won the great wager between believers and unbelievers. This wager I have lost. I tremble, I sigh, and I find no rest. In truth, there is no repentance in hell. Woe to those who walk as I did when I was on earth. Our flesh was drunk and mocked those who believed in God and eternal life; almost everyone applauded us. They treated you as mad, as imbeciles. And the more you accept our mockeries, the more our rage increases.

"Now I see how much the conduct of evil men grieved you. How could you bear with such patience the poisoned darts which issued from our lips which treated you as hypocrites, mockers of God, and deceivers of the people. If these evil men who are still on earth would see where I am, if only they were in my place, they would tremble for everything they are doing. I would like to appear to them and tell them to change their path, but I do not have the permission to do so, just as the rich man did not have it when he begged Abraham to send Lazarus the pauper. Lazarus was not sent, so that those who sinned might be worthy of punishment and those who went on the ways of God might be worthy of salvation.


"He that is unrighteous, let him do unrighteousness yet more; and he that is filthy, let him he made filthy yet more. And he that is righteous, let him do righteousness yet more; and he that is holy, let him be made holy yet more" (Apoc. 22:11).


With these words he disappeared 

Satanist Zelensky


 

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